[ Wanda talking is a good sign. Some of the tension in his shoulders dissipates as he leans back on his haunches to give her room to try and sit up. ]

Congratulations. You've joined an exclusive club.

[ When it's clear however that that won't happen at least immediately, he can't help the dry humour that weaves into his voice. ]

Don't move.

[ C4T seems to take that as directive as well and stays dutifully at the side of the bed to keep Wanda company. It doesn't take him long at all to retrieve the ice wrapped tightly into a tea towel, nor the glass of water and painkillers that are set on the bedside table on the off-chance he can coax her into taking some. In the dark, the bemusement in his voice seems louder as he regards her quietly still laid out on the bed with her hands covering her face. ]

Do you want to stay lying down? If not, I can help you up.